Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay
I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet
I slide straight beack down to find
Feelings are falling free, imaginations dance
push it to the ilmit, keep reminding
Holding on to all I have as is seems to fall
jus tilke sand falls through the hourgla**
And in the dark, when no one is around
I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me
and I say, my oh my, what a journey
we have come along this far
can there be a better place for me to see?
Is opening a window one way out? No I should stay
I have climbed these stairs one thousand times but yet
I slide straight beack down to find
With questions comes a choice to bring
a path to better things,
though a love induces sleep of reason
But there's still a building voice of this inner man
that can hardly be hid by these eyes
And in the dark, when no one is around
I sit and stafre at the silhouettes of me
and I say, my oh my, what a journey
we have come along this far
can there be a better place for me to see?